1. Valentino’s First Time #4
Valentino glared at him, a distinct red light flashing in his blue eyes. “Be good now, and I’ll nurse you some more later.”
Oswald stilled. His dick was pulsing, aching, his balls drawn up tight.
“Please…” he whimpered.
“Stay still.”
He obeyed, even as his body vibrated. He’d do anything Valentino wished. Anything.
With a few clever moves, Valentino untied first Oswald’s ankles then his hands.
“Now fuck me the hardest you can,” he said evenly and lowered himself onto his elbows and knees between Oswald’s spread legs. His open, wet hole gaped at Oswald, red from use and sloppy.
Oswald ignored the tingling in his limbs and crouched behind Valentino. He aimed his almost purple dick at the loose rim and sank inside in one long thrust.
He’d never felt stronger or younger as he rammed his erection in and out. With a firm grip on Valentino’s waist, he moved like a machine. He’d lost control. He could only fuck, harder, faster, his balls burning, knot itching…
His knot.
Impossible.
Valentino shrieked with joy. How many times had the insatiable demon come already? His hole milked Oswald’s dick anew. And again. Ten more punishing thrusts. Another orgasm vibrated through the omega’s small body.
“Yes! Knot me! Do it!”
Not possible. He wasn’t in heat. Oswald wasn’t in rut.
There couldn’t be any knotting.
And yet…
Oswald threw his head back, burying his dick as deep in the pliant hot flesh as he could. His knot grew rapidly, locking him inside Valentino, as his cum filled the small boy’s guts.
He collapsed to the side, taking Valentino with him, rutting against his pert ass. Again and again his cock jerked, spitting fresh drops of cum, his knot swelling to its full size.
“What did you do to me?” he growled and bit Valentino’s shoulder until he drew blood.
Valentino only moaned with satisfaction.
“Deeper. Breed me.”
Oswald could feel the mouth to the boy’s womb, bigger now, puffy and soft, pulsating against his cockhead as if it wanted to slurp up the cum he was still miraculously producing.
He pushed, shoving his knot deeper, prodding at the closed gate. He wanted it. He needed in there. Valentino pushed his ass out, meeting his desperate thrusts.
“That’s it. Almost there. Yes. Yes. Breed me!”
Oswald licked the blood oozing from the wound on Valentino’s shoulder. He remembered the taste of the milk. The flavors in that soaked jockstrap…
He all but crawled inside Valentino’s body, his fingers digging into Valentino’s thighs as he pressed his knot deeper still.
A hot little mouth enveloped his cockhead. It tightened, the softest tissue, perfect suction, the most blissful sensation he’d ever dreamed of… Oswald’s cock erupted anew.
“Aaaaaah!”
Valentino’s cry shook the windows.
The mouth to Valentino’s womb sucked Oswald’s dick ravenously, pulling the last of his cum from his balls. His knot quivered.
“Yes!” Valentino shrieked. “Give it to me. Everything. More!”
Oswald’s balls hurt, yet somehow, he was still coming. Valentino writhed in his arms, hole clenching on his knot.
“More! More!”
The evil little channel tugged on his cockhead, sucking and squeezing, milking him dry.
He couldn’t come harder. He couldn’t… Pleasure and searing pain flared from his knot, indistinguishable from each other.
Then Oswald lost consciousness.
His vision was blurry. He saw movement and light, but the shapes tumbled and glittered, not making any sense.
His cock was in heaven, though.
Slick heat slid up and down his length, and even though he could barely move, his limbs weighing a ton, the sensations were blissful.
Spreadeagled on a soft bed, his cock in the best place, he groaned and grunted. Small hands stroked his chest, cupped his balls, caressed his thighs, and the silky flesh loved his cock, up and down, up and down, faster and slower, always to the root.
He whimpered when the heat was gone, air cooling his wet shaft.
“No…” he mumbled.
Then something sweet-smelling brushed his lips, and he opened on instinct. He sucked like a babe and moaned when creamy milk filled his mouth.
He drank, his hard cock aching.
All too soon, the delicious teat was ripped away from him, and he whimpered.
But his cock was in heaven again. A tight hole massaged it, an even tighter channel pulsated around the crown, his knot began to swell, and Oswald lost himself.
For the rest of the long night, he didn’t regain full consciousness. He was trapped in a mindless state of desperate arousal, knotting into the sweetest hole of all so many times he should have been wrung out and dead.
The last thing he remembered was a drawn-out swollen nipple deep in his mouth, big like an animal’s teat.
A blue-eyed angel gazed down at him, smiling.
Fingers carded through his hair, and he sucked like a baby, filling his belly with the magical poisonous milk.
His chafed dick hurt between his legs. A soft hand caressed it, and he whined, sucking harder…
When he woke up late in the afternoon, he ached all over as if he’d run a marathon. The bed was a mess, with the pillows strewn across the floor and sheets stained with bodily fluids. The room smelled of rut and heat.
The creature that called himself Valentino was long gone.